["What do you want to know?"]
[After a long silence, you finally spoke. There was no helping it—some deals had to be made. You had no other path left.]
[You had to overcome the hurdle of Wang Hao's schemes and their influence!]
["Very good!"]
["Zero" seemed quite satisfied with your current attitude and said calmly:]
[“Tell me... what Level your Simulator is at now, and how many golden talents you have!”]
["So that's it after all?"]
[You thought to yourself that the other party was still fixated on the question of the [Simulator]'s Level...]
[You wanted to answer, but doing so would affect your original self in reality, who possessed the Simulator. You felt that would be wrong.]
["How about this!"]
[As though seeing your dilemma, the deity asked again with an enigmatic half-smile:]
[“If you don't want to reveal your Simulator's Level, I can also accept you simply telling me how many golden talents you have.”]
["But you had better treasure this opportunity. I've already made a concession."]
[Your heart sank at those words, but you still couldn't help asking:]
["But can you guarantee that this Clown Mask will keep me unaffected for a hundred and fifty years?"]
["Heh—"]
[Unexpectedly, the deity gave a cold laugh and slowly replied in the Great Dao's voice:]
["How can I guarantee it? How truly laughable..."]
["I will guarantee it. You can't tell right now, but that doesn't mean..."]
["Zero" paused, then continued:]
["That your original self outside, Chen Fan, who possesses the Simulator, can't tell!"]
["You..."]
[You started to speak, then stopped. The instant the other party finished speaking, you understood.]
[Everything just said, including the deal, had not been addressed to you, but to your original self outside—Chen Fan, who possessed the Simulator!]
[The [Simulation Choice Intervention] function was simply too